Holes

“I’m not—”
“I just want you to look at that mountain up there. See the one that has
something sticking up out of it?”
“Yeah, I think.”
“What does it look like to you? Does it look like anything?”
Zero said nothing.
But as he studied the mountain, his right hand slowly formed into a fist. He
raised his thumb. His eyes went from the mountain, to his hand, then back to
the mountain.